Urban Beauty

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Meanwhile, in the Wang household, something similar to Qiao Xin's situation seemed to be unfolding—

"Is this the thing Ye Chuan gave you?" Old Master Wang examined the pill in his hand, deep in thought.

It looked like some kind of bizarre, twisted relic—like something scraped off a wandering monk.

And the smell wasn’t exactly pleasant either.

Wait, no—did this thing actually come from someone’s armpit?!

Wang Yanran nodded and explained, "Grandfather, Ye Chuan said this pill replenishes qi and blood. He offered us one for free, but if we need more, we can trade them for spirit essence."

Replenish qi and blood?

Like some kind of Six-Ingredient Rehmannia Pill?

"Qi and blood are indeed vital for us super-warriors, but I’ve never heard of any medicine that can replenish them specifically for our kind," Old Master Wang muttered to himself. He prided himself on his vast knowledge, but it seemed there were still experts beyond his understanding.

Could it be that Ye Chuan had a large supply of these pills? Enough to trade for spirit essence?

But if it was just some ordinary qi-and-blood tonic for regular people, its value would pale in comparison to spirit essence.

Truthfully, the Wang family had plenty of spirit essence, but those were the foundation of their super-warrior lineage—their core assets. Trading them away was usually out of the question.

The previous generous offer had already been Old Master Wang’s greatest show of sincerity toward Ye Chuan.

"Grandfather, should we have someone test it?" Seeing her grandfather lost in thought, Wang Yanran suggested.

Having witnessed Ye Chuan’s methods firsthand, she was certain this pill was no ordinary thing.

It might even have miraculous effects.

Old Master Wang agreed with his granddaughter’s intuition. To her surprise, he popped the pill straight into his mouth.

"Grandfather?!" Wang Yanran hadn’t expected him to take it himself.

"It’s fine." Old Master Wang was curious about the pill’s potential effects, but the moment it touched his tongue, the foul, fishy taste nearly made him gag—

Ugh, this is disgusting!

He couldn’t be blamed—even Ye Chuan had nearly vomited when he first took it.

But soon, Old Master Wang felt the overwhelming potency of the medicine. A tingling warmth spread through his body, as if he were soaking in a hot spring in the dead of winter. Every pore in his skin seemed to open, and he couldn’t help but let out a satisfied groan, "Ooooh-hoo?"

"Grandfather?" Wang Yanran stared at him, alarmed by his strange noises.

"Incredible! This medicine is truly incredible!" Old Master Wang felt his qi and blood surging, as if he’d regained decades of youth.

"Marvelous, absolutely marvelous."

As Old Master Wang reveled in the effects of the Deer Blood Pill, Wang Yanran watched in astonishment. Her grandfather’s complexion had turned rosy, his vitality restored like a withered tree sprouting new leaves.

For a moment, she wondered if he’d taken something far stronger.

Despite his generally robust health, the pill had given him the vigor of a man reborn—like a second spring of life.

"My strength… has actually increased?" Suddenly, Old Master Wang let out a surprised sound. Sensing the surge in his power, he was stunned.

After turning eighty, he hadn’t made any progress in years—yet this pill had shattered that stagnation in moments!

"Trade for it! Yanran, go ask how much spirit essence is needed for one pill!" Old Master Wang immediately recognized the pill’s priceless value.

Spirit essence could be replenished, but an opportunity like this might never come again!

The thought even made him worry—what if other super-warrior families found out about this medicine?

"Right away, Grandfather!" Seeing his urgency, Wang Yanran understood the gravity of the situation and hurried off.

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Meanwhile, at the Luo residence.

"Ye Chuan, the chairman just called me. She said the medicine worked and wants to buy more. She also asked how many pills make up a full treatment—how many are needed for a complete cure." Luo's father was surprised. The medicine had only been delivered a short while ago, yet Qiao Xin had already responded.

"How many to cure her completely…" Ye Chuan rubbed his chin. The Deer Blood Pill wasn’t a cure—it just replenished qi and blood.

If she wanted a full recovery, Ye Chuan was willing to sell her a half-finished Rejuvenation Pill—but not yet.

She’d have to buy at least two or three rounds first, right?

Ye Chuan wasn’t running a charity, and for a corporate tycoon, shelling out some extra cash was hardly a hardship.

"Tell her three pills make one treatment. A bulk purchase discount brings it to eight hundred thousand."

Eight hundred thousand…

Luo's father’s lips twitched. How could this kid toss out numbers like that so casually?

Had he already grown this capable?

"Eight hundred thousand?!" Luo Xi’s eyes widened. Just yesterday, she’d been fretting over jars worth a few coins, and now Ye Chuan was casually closing deals in the hundreds of thousands?

"Alright."

But since Ye Chuan had spoken, Luo's father—acting as the middleman—relayed the message.

Almost instantly after he sent it, Qiao Xin replied.

Qiao Xin: Understood, sir. Could you ask if, for one million, the medicine could be delivered as quickly as possible?

Luo's father: "…"

He turned to Ye Chuan, who was casually eating fruit, and said, "She’s offering a million but wants it delivered ASAP."

"How ASAP are we talking?" Ye Chuan frowned. "If it’s too urgent, I might not have any ready."

Seeing his hesitation, Luo's father pressed, "How long would it take?"

The sooner the better—after all, an extra two hundred thousand was nothing to scoff at.

"Tomorrow at the earliest," Ye Chuan said.

It wasn’t like he could just start brewing pills right here in Luo Xi’s house.

Not happening.

Luo's father was speechless. If tomorrow was the earliest, that was already lightning-fast.

The way Ye Chuan had phrased it made it sound like it’d take months.

He relayed Ye Chuan’s response.

Qiao Xin: Thank you! [flowers][flowers]

Qiao Xin: Please provide the payment account details.

Luo's father: Payment account: [Ye]

Qiao Xin fell silent—perhaps she was processing the transfer.

...

Unbeknownst to them, Qiao Xin’s heart was racing. She recognized that account name.

Wasn’t this the same young man who had saved her before?

Could the medicine seller be him?!

Fate—this had to be fate.

Her pulse quickened as she immediately reached out, hoping to meet him in person—and included a coded message.

When Luo's father received it, he frowned in suspicion. "Ye Chuan, do you know that chairman?"

"Huh? What chairman? I don’t know any."

"She asked if you’ve been to the outskirts, and if you remember ‘that night’ with her—something about a car and a ‘city beauty.’"

Luo Xi, who had been smiling moments ago, froze.

Luo Xi: Not happy.

Another one?!